The day is waiting for snow. It's very gray and dreary and quiet. The sky can barely hold itself up. The forest creatures are parched for snow. If it snows, they will be like desert flowers that get rain. They will probably bloom in improbable ways.

As the head of the New England Tanka Foundation I demand that you rewrite this post in tanka form. Seriously.***Thirst springsin the throats that lingerin winter woods;watching clouds and waitingfor ice-winds to blow